So I'm going to New York City next week.
Four writers sisters lovers of Christ. Packs of paper and covered journals. Extra pens and watching each other's backs. Watching faces but not making eye contact. Ethnic grocery stores and a little apartment kitchen. A tiny car as old as I am and twenty four hours of driving. Constant prayer. Sky scrapers and stories in the gutter.
These are my expectations.
Here's to watching the city mold, sharpen, and transform us.
Four writers sisters lovers of Christ. Packs of paper and covered journals. Extra pens and watching each other's backs. Watching faces but not making eye contact. Ethnic grocery stores and a little apartment kitchen. A tiny car as old as I am and twenty four hours of driving. Constant prayer. Sky scrapers and stories in the gutter.
These are my expectations.
Here's to watching the city mold, sharpen, and transform us.
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